Doomsday Book Novel Novels & Stories

When Damon brought up the topic of my books I was scared as hell. I wondered if he came across my dark unholy novels, but fortunately the one he found was a light hearted funny novella. "Hmmm, is that all to it? I see you added bookmarks to some pages, are they..." I turned red instantly, "You asked me to tell you about the book right? Let me, why are you interrupting me?" I stated cutting him short. "Okay princess, go ahead." My lips spread into a smile as I told him all about the book, "So, the female lead is Emily, she just got out of an abusive marriage with nothing and then she crosses paths with this kid in danger and then she saves his life..."

“That’s very Slaughterhouse-Five of you.” For those who don’t know, Slaughterhouse-Five is probably the most famous book by Kurt Vonnegut. Although it’s an anti-war story about the firebombing of Dresden during World War II, it’s also a science fiction novel. Among other insane plot points, the main character and a woman he’s never met get abducted by aliens and put in a zoo on the aliens’ home planet, where the extraterrestrials watch them exactly like humans would watch a pair of chimpanzees in a cage here on Earth.

"How about I tell you how much I broke him to be my little bitch." "No..." I gasp, covering my ears. "No! Shut up! Shut up!" "Marry me, or else I will fill your hope of love with blood." Devin's chin over my head. Unsure what he meant, but as I turned around, I screamed as if I had discovered something horrible. And I did. I see not the church's interior but a stack of dead bodies covered in blood. "No! No!" Devin's malicious laugh echoes around me. I panicked and was stunned; I could feel my head whirling. I count back at Devin with fear, in which he seems amused. The blade in his hand at Liam's neck sliced the skin and threw him down.

Third Person's POV Another six months passed, with Lorenzo's life gradually settling into a monotonous calm. He went to work, came home, ate, and slept. Like a soulless machine, he mechanically repeated each day. He didn't socialize, didn't go out for entertainment, and didn't contact anyone from his past. His only friend was Antonio, the only person who had stayed by his side after he lost everything. One evening, when Antonio came to visit, he brought with him a bottle of whiskey. The moment Lorenzo saw the bottle, his expression changed.

it raised one hand toward Adrian. "When the final page arrives..." "...do not search for the perfect ending." "Search for the honest one." Then... it disappeared. The Gate closed with a sound like the final heartbeat of an ancient world. The Archive returned to complete silence. Only Adrian, Elias, the First Reader, the little girl, and the blue book remained. On the cover of the blue book... a new title slowly appeared. THE BOOK OF POSSIBILITIES Far away... beyond every world... beyond every Door...

She glanced back down at the leather-bound book resting on the floorboards beside her. The empty pages seemed to stare up at her, daring her to turn them. With a trembling hand, she picked it up again, the leather warm against her palm. She knew she should get up, should finish unpacking, should do something practical, anything to distract herself from the throbbing between her legs. But she couldn't. She was hooked. The anonymous writer had become a guide, a seductress whispering secrets into her ear, and Pinky was a willing student, desperate to learn every lesson.

It wasn't much but it still was something. A new gate had been put to prevent just anyone from getting access to the male hostel. The gate was black, and tall — almost thrice as tall as Harold, and looked like it was crowned with prongs. Harold wondered if any of the changes was because of what had happened last semester. He didn't let that bother him. He reached the gate. Right before he got in, to his right, a young man with a permanent scowl on his face sat under the sun. He had a desk before him and a lot of paperwork sprawled all around.

he begged softly still knocking at her door. The door wrenched open revealing Faye, he walked straight into her room. A suitcase was casually standing close to where she stood with her hands crossed on eachother as she await his move, everywhere was quiet there was no music and the TV was off. There was no life in the apartment despite the heavy downpour and loud rumbling thunder outside, the weather was freezing cold but not as cold as the thick ice around Daylan.

Demitri glared at her. "If you're not stressing, then you can easily take a break and read a book." Becca said with a huge smirk. Demitri's eyes narrowed, then he got up and walked to the non-fiction part of the library. He picked up a history book about the cold war and sat back down. He opened the book and stuck his tongue out at Becca.

She really didn’t want to bath again but looking down at her clothing and her skin she realized how dirty she really was. Stripping off her clothes she entered the bathroom she realized that some of what she thought was mud was actually blood from one of those wolf creatures. As she studied the blood on her clothing it dawned on her that even the creatures blood wasn’t normal. It was thicker, almost like paste and it was so dark I read that looks black, but perhaps the most curious thing of all was even now after all that time had passed the blood was still warm.